The Mudblood: Kindred Souls

six

"Bletchley's been going around testing his potions on muggles again. Can you-"

"Yeah, yeah. I can find them" I replied, removing my feet off the desk.

"Thanks" Harry sighed. "I swear this is the last straw" he rubbed his forehead in frustration.

"Harry, you said that about four incidents ago" I chuckled, grabbing the list of muggle names out of his hands.

Halfway out the door, he turned, squinting playfully at me. "I'll be in my office".

Gathering and tidying the items scattered on my desk, I made my way down the hall, running my fingers along the intricately detailed wallpaper as I walked.

Entering the room, the familiar warm glow of the Orb Of Sight danced across my face.

Immediately after I stepped through, the bright white light converted to a dimly lit room.

Examining the abundance of elves scurrying around with various stacks of plates and cutlery, I recognised it as the Hogwarts kitchen. The old Hogwarts; before the battle.

Is this a vision of the past?

I tried to move, but I was stuck. Stuck in the body of someone else. This had only happened a few times before, the vision of the day my mother was tortured.

Every other vision i've had, i've watched from above or next to them, never as them.

Internally squirming, I attempted to manoeuvre myself to see the face of the person who's body I'd inhabited.

They lifted a cup of what I assumed was tea, and blew off the steam, causing ripples in the liquid. Something about that movement felt awfully familiar, like déjà vu.

Then I saw their hands; my hands. This is a vision of me in the past, sixth year maybe? or was it seventh year? I had spent a lot of time in the kitchens.

Too wrapped up in trying to figure out when this event occurred, I didn't notice the blonde that had just entered the room.

But my past-self did, she-or should I say I watched him go through the cabinets, probably searching for something to eat.

I don't think he saw me though, he hadn't even looked in my direction.

Observing him sift through the food, I watched him open a packet of salt and vinegar crisps, and start shoving them down his throat.

"You know that's a muggle food right?" my mouth spoke, causing Malfoy to erupt in a fit of coughs.

"Bloody hell Fitzroy!" he nearly yelled, rubbing his throat. "You almost gave me a heart attack".

"What are you doing down here?" My past-self asked. My present-self studied the dark bags under his eyes and the exhausted expression on his face.

"Looking for food. Then I'm going back to work on the cabinet-without your help of course" Malfoy added bitterly.

He turned around and started looking through the junk food again. "Hey! You! yeah, you" he beckoned towards one of the elves. "I need something...sweet".

"Goryn can make anything you like sir. Cake? pie-"

"No-Goryn, it's fine. Just go, he doesn't want anything" I gently smiled at him, in contrast to Malfoy, who set a scowl on his face.

"Are you sure Miss Fitz? Goryn can make something for you too".

"No-no, I'm fine, thank you". The elf nodded and quickly scurried away.